Singing in the Rain

Walking into our bathroom was accompanied with an Alfred Hitchcock soundtrack when I first moved in to the Blueberry.  No amount of disinfectant or air freshening would rid this room of its creepy vibe. I could almost see the germs smirking at me from cracks in the poorly installed bathtub. Showering at the gym seemed the lesser of two evils.  We eventually gave up using it as a bathroom, and it became a makeshift laundry room instead.  Two years later, Clint worked his remodeling magic.  After gutting it, he redesigned the layout.  Clint installed the tub against the far wall, providing width to the room and opening up the space.

Now, instead of Hitchcock, we hear the chipper steps of Gene Kelly—dancing in the rain of our room.